You were catching your breath after an intense firefight, watching the last body drop as Ghost pulled his knife back from the man’s chest and let him go. As the enemies body slumped to the ground and you looked around at the fallen hostiles, your eyes drifted back to the looming Brit you worked with.

“All that blood looks good on you. Really brings out your eyes.” You snicker, and you swore you saw a flicker of amusement in those cold brown eyes behind that skull mask.